Let me start by saying this: I am NOT a gay basher, regardless of how it may come across on Twitter or elsewhere. So if you are, in fact, a gay follower or reader of this blog, I have no problem with this. Here is what I have a problem with:

As I tell people on a regular basis, the reason people will compliment/complain about the makeup you wear, the way you dress, the car you drive, etc. is not because they particularly care about you, it is because it is what they see. Excepting the few minutes you look in the mirror in the morning or walk from a building to your car, it is US who have to look at it for majority of the time. So while I could care less about your purchases and the things you own, when it has to cross my line of vision, especially deliberately so, I WILL SHARE MY OPINION.

I say that to say this. I am accepting of any couple, straight or gay, doing whatever they please - in the privacy of their own homes. I am not a fan of public display of affection. I am not a fan of public display of anything really. There are things that I do not like and I am perfectly entitled to voice my opinion on such. For example, I don't like cheerleaders very much - they are often times fake and much too perky for any normal individual. Either you've had way too many cups of coffee or you are just an airhead.

So my dear fabulous gay fellows, when you all come out to public gatherings (and you have been especially present at them lately), please, I beg of you, try to act within the boundaries of civility. Your exclamations to song of the like of Beyonce - Single Ladies, Aqua - Barbie Girl and Lady Gaga - Love Game - is this really necessary? The extremely tight, colourful clothing complete with female jeans and hair accessories - is that called for? And the bouncing of each other's hips and rubbing up of asses - DO I HAVE TO SEE TO SEE THIS? When I see it, I want to puke. And when my male friends comment about it and express their disgust, I laugh. Just my imagination of the things you do behind closed doors is enough to make my skin crawl, visual confirmation is not required.

I am really, truly, deeply sorry if this offends you but I cannot put up with it. It appalls me to see such wanton display among individuals who are not even publicly accepted by most of the population. When Jamaica changes the law of the land which makes the very tenets of your relationship illegal, then I shall be forced to 'accept' your way of life. But until then, can it just be kept indoors. Please?

I've never been a huge fan of Valentine. I've never had a Valentine. But this Valentine...the worst day of all....here's why.

LET US DANCEI love you I’m sorry I don’t want to but I do And each time you call her name I sink deeper into blue.

I’m there for you Through thick and thin I wish I were Your best friend You tell me things You never tell a soul But in the end, it’s she you want to hold.

I know you Every inch Every corner and crevice Your mind Your soul Your clavicle and pelvis

It was a mistake The day I thought of you Of more than a friend More than someone I do It plagues me now But I’ll never have you

I would Treat you well Good thoughts would dwell Where your pain now resides All you ask

You shall receive No more hurt nor lies

But even if she’s gone And never coming back Your eyes are glued to the past You’ll never See me As fit to be A replacement of the last

I truly Honestly Seriously Love you And I can’t even fucking deny it But you know this too Yet to refuse to Give me just one chance I wish you would Just say the word However absurd And then we’ll have our dance.

What would I do if I was pregnant? Well first I would support my friend @GILLY_ROYAL's new business venture and by some rope....

Just playin'.

Although I am pro-choice and I believe that each person should be allowed the right to decide their plan of action, I would keep the child if I got pregnant. No doubt about it. There are very few situations right now that I would consider aborting that child or giving it up for adoption.

My plans for the next 4 years do not involve a child. I have big goals and I cannot lie, having a child during this time would definitely stop, or at least slow down, progress in that regard. But I am a very emotional person. And I know that if I was supposed to abort or give up my child for adoption, it would haunt me throughout life, straight to Dubai (my dream vacation) and to my grave. I would never forget it and like so many things in the past, the pain would never go away.

With that said, there is no way in Satan's hell I am getting pregnant. People who don't have sex cannot get pregnant. We know this. I have sex pretty much as often as a blue moon appears...

You might think that's a simple thing but it's not. Most people lie to themselves but me, I always tell the truth. Maybe not to you, but inside I will always know the reason. And until each individual can do this, they will never be happy with who they are.

For many years I spent my life as the ridiculed 'fat girl' in high school. To top that all off, I turned to books and academic knowledge as my rescue, which made me the 'fat nerd girl'. Let's just say my high school years were horrible. As I grew, I started to discover myself. I realized I'm not 'beautiful' by Jamaican standards but if I spent all my time trying to become that person, I would only make myself miserable and in the end, they probably still wouldn't be satisfied anyway.

So from that day forward I decided to be completely honest with myself. I took an inventory of all my strengths and all my weaknesses. I registered my beautiful smile, my 'almost black', glossy eyes and my prominent regions among other things. I also registered that my weight and 'shape' (yes, I have shape -- square is a shape) may not be of acceptable standards by common folk. From my honest and philanthropic personality and my desire to excel and achieve to my occasional bitchy moods and low tolerance for stupidity, I took them all into consideration. And I accepted them. I told myself, 'This is the package you are working with and if you don't like something, then change it, but not for anyone else, for you'. And that is the concept I have stuck with to this day.

So when someone comments on how fat or rude I am, it doesn't shake me because I know this and I am comfortable with it. And if you ever hear me something about myself that you perceive is negative, it isn't because I have low self-esteem, it's because it's truth and I am one of the few people who can laugh at myself.

I hope my readers are understanding my views as they read this and hopefully they can draw something from it. People can't hurt you as easily if you know who you are and you are confident in your strengths and weaknesses. If you see something you don't like about yourself, change it. And if you alter your look or personality in any way, own it (cues Kartel's Michael 'Cakesoap" Jackson'). That way if someone, hypothetically (of course), calls you out on, say, your 'tramp stamp tattoo' (as it is dubbed in several English-speaking countries across the world), you will not have to get on the defensive and start an unnecessary war that could end with a potential stab-wound victim.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, in the above post is purely coincidental.

The Strange Individual

I am a University graduate who just entered into the world of work. I have crazy thoughts and a twisted lifestyle. Everyone claims my life should be a book so since I can't remember every episode of everyday and they can't all fit in one book, I figure it might be more beneficial to do this. Here goes...